Boyfriend is Atobe-kun

The snow only fell for one night, and it stopped in the early morning.

I moved a small bench, sat by the window, ate bread and watched the snow scene.Passers-by walked alone or together, leaving their staggered footprints on the snow, forming a huge drawing.

"I think it will go down again."

I turned around, looked at Atobe on the sofa, and asked disbelievingly, "Is that right, Atobe?"

Trace Department: "..."

This arrogant tone seemed familiar.

"The weather forecast says it will be sunny." After he finished speaking, he continued to bow his head and focus on his thesis.

Me: "Do you believe that? I don't believe it."

Atobe: "Then don't believe it,? Continue to wait."

After 10 minutes,? The dark clouds parted, and the sun came out,? Brightly piercing my eyes.

I:"......"

I got up, moved the small bench beside Atobe, and casually glanced at his laptop.

"At the end?" I asked.

"Ah."

His fingertips tapped on the keyboard quickly, as hard as I did when I was playing computer games.

I suddenly remembered the translations I received when I was bored. It seems that they will be handed in in a few days.So,? I also brought a computer and started to translate.

Time passed quietly.

When I typed the last letter and stretched my waist to prepare for a rest, Atobe suddenly said, "You could report to Dongwai back then."

"Dongwai..."

I put my hands on the back of my head, and I can't help but recall my bold ambitions in high school, like "I don't want to study mathematics if I'm killed", "I must study a major that doesn't deal with mathematics", I said a lot .

But in the end, I still planned to go to Peking University, and with the feeling of being tortured by mathematics for a lifetime, I chose economics.

I am much more interested in languages ​​than in economics.There have also been too many entanglements in this process-of course, only my parents and I know it.

But it has been two years,? I have almost forgotten the entanglement and tears at the beginning.

"Economics is pretty good." I brushed my hair, "It's just that my head is a little cold, look at my hairline."

Atobe glanced at me, and laughed out loud "huh".

"Our school has an exchange program with Cambridge, and you can go there in your junior year." I pursed my lips and said, "I'll fight for it... Maybe I can't, everyone is too good."

"You're pretty good, too," he said.

Me: "Really?"

Atobe: "Ah, I lied to you, do you still take it seriously?"

I:"......"

I kicked his calf.

Christmas has passed in peace, and I have to embark on the road to grandma's house.

Before getting in the car, I sent a text message to my dad, telling them that I would go first and meet up at grandma's house the next day, and I deliberately didn't mention the existence of the trace department (dad knew it would be a long time yelling).

I don't have a deep impression of my grandma. I only remember that she was an old lady who loved to tell stories. Since grandpa passed away, she became taciturn, unwilling to communicate with outsiders, and picked up the habit of writing a diary.

I went back this time with a purpose - I wanted to clarify a doubt in my heart.

After all, it has really bothered me for too long.

After sleeping for more than 40 minutes in the car, I was woken up by Atobe.

The last time I came to Nara was during the summer vacation more than ten years ago. I don’t remember the way to go, but fortunately there is navigation, which is nothing.

"Nara Park is not far away, about ten minutes' drive away. The deer over there have a bad temper, and they will get angry if you don't give them deer cakes. I was bitten by them on the bottom when I was a child."

I thought of the ass that was bitten by those rogue deer, and suddenly felt sad.

Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar streets, I carefully searched the memories of my childhood, but it was too vague, I could only think of what to say, illogical.

But Atobe listened with gusto, and sometimes made some comments.

Finally, we arrived at Grandma’s house, which is a traditional wooden town house. Since no one lived in it for a long time, the house number with “Koizumi” was covered with dust.

I wiped it with a tissue, found the key from my pocket, and handed it to Atobe, "Atobe-san, help unlock the lock."

Atobe took it, opened the door, and the retro smell rushed over.

I probably asked someone to clean it in advance. The courtyard looks spotless, and it makes people feel very comfortable when they walk in.

"Tonight I'm going to make a shop on the floor~ I'm going to make a shop on the floor~"

I took off my shoes, stepped on the wooden floor, and looked back at Atobe, "This is a very suitable place to take pictures in a yukata."

Atobe was noncommittal, and carried the suitcase up, while I stepped on the stairs and went upstairs.

The room of grandma and grandpa is at the end of the corridor, I opened the sliding door and walked in——

Everything is the same as when they were alive, even the position of the books is the same as before, without any change.

Grandpa's relics were confiscated long ago. These are all grandma's relics. I don't know if the important diary has been cremated.

I knelt down at the desk and rummaged through the drawers.

Atobe went upstairs behind me, and when he opened the door, he saw me rummaging through boxes and cabinets. He shook his head and asked, "What are you looking for?"

I didn't look up: "Grandma's diary."

Atobe: "What does it look like?"

Me: "Brown... well, with black patterns?"

After hearing this, Atobe also knelt down to help me find it together.He opened the closet and said, "If your grandma knew that her diary would be specially searched by her granddaughter, she probably wouldn't start writing."

"What, she told me before she died that if my father didn't take this diary and burn it, I can read it."

I retorted disdainfully.

He didn't speak any more, just quietly searched with me.It's a pity that we found a whole body of ashes, and we didn't find half of the book.

I was so tired that I collapsed on the ground in big characters: "No way, no way, Dad will really take it and burn it."

"Maybe." Atobe sat down next to me and asked, "Is there anything important in the diary?"

"I don't know, maybe there is a love story between her and my grandfather," I said truthfully, "I really want to know."

Trace Department: "..."

Atobe: "Just because of this?"

Me: "Otherwise, are there any secrets about the family? What secrets can we have?"

"Let's look for it later, you can ask Uncle Koizumi." He suggested.

"Okay—" I let out a long breath, pouted my lips, and said like a rascal, "I won't get up until Xiaojing kisses me."

"Hmph." Atobe stood up and ignored me.

Oh man.

After taking a shower in the evening, I also temporarily lost the passion to continue looking for the diary, and lay on the tatami to play games.

"Are there any rooms available?"

Atobe, who had just finished taking a shower, opened the door and asked.

I put down my phone, pointed to the place beside me, and smiled obsequiously, "Oh, what are you polite about?"

Atobe leaned against the door, "When will Uncle Koizumi arrive tomorrow?"

Me: "Noon, hehe."

It turned out that he was worried about his father. If he was a traditional person, he would not make a fuss if he saw his daughter and her boyfriend sharing the same bed.

"Go and spread the bedding." I pointed to the closet and said, "I'm too lazy to move."

I rolled into the corner very consciously.

Atobe stared at me for a moment, then said casually, "It's snowing outside."

I:!

I immediately jumped up and asked, "Really?!"

"Have you never seen snow? So excited."

Atobe opened the closet, took out the futon, and spread it out evenly.

"I love you, you are so virtuous." I opened the window with a "wow", and as he said, a little snow fell outside.

He snorted coldly.

I stood by the window, feeling the baptism of the cold air on me.

"Aren't you cold?" he asked.

I was dazed by the wind, and said in a daze, "This is the first snow in Nara."

"perhaps."

"I want to wear a kimono for a photo." I looked at him sideways.

Atobe: "Did you bring it?"

Me: "I brought a bathrobe."

Trace Department: "..."

He had a "you'll forget it" expression on his face.

"Miss Matsuo gave it to me, remind me to try it on and see if it fits."

I have always been very mobile, so I opened the suitcase and found the red bathrobe with the camellia pattern.

"Are you really going to wear it out?" Atobe frowned.

"No, just give it a try, I don't want to freeze to death yet."

After all, I stood in front of the full-length mirror and began to undress.

Atobe turned his head unnaturally, and said, "I'm going out."

I stopped him: "Don't, you have to tie my belt later."

I took it for granted, and for a moment he didn't know where to start his rebuttal.

"I'll go out first, and you call me later." He opened the door and walked out directly.

I pouted at myself in the mirror.

I don't understand why this man is so awkward.

I put on the bathrobe, clumsily fastened the buckle belt from the back to the front, and straightened the skirt.

When I raised my head again, my cheeks were slightly rosy.

that's all?They're all... grown-ups anyway, it's no big deal.

I've had this idea since I passed my 20th coming-of-age ceremony, but why would I take the initiative to mention this kind of thing.

Grown-ups are all about seduction, and then it's a matter of course, aren't they?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt it should be so, and I called out to the door: "Xiaojing, help me fasten my girdle."

The door was opened with a sound, and Atobe walked towards me in big strides.

"Did someone else help you tie your girdles in the past?" He was still questioning me.

Me: "If you have to rely on, you must rely on it. This is too troublesome. I don't believe that no one will help you when you are at home."

Atobe sighed softly, and took the girdle from me.I obediently opened my arms and let him fiddle with them.

The girdle needs to be wrapped three times, and he will inevitably wrap around my waist.

We were so close that I could feel his every warm breath, our heartbeats intertwined in the air.

When Atobe's hand passed through my waist for the third time, my wrinkled hand suddenly rested on the back of his hand.

"Actually, you don't need to fasten it now." I turned my face and bumped my forehead against his chin.

"what?"

He raised his head slowly, looked at the mirror, his eyes fixed on the faces of the two of us in the mirror, his voice was soft and hoarse.

"Anyway, you'll put it on for me later, won't you?"

I asked him back with a smile.

The author has something to say: Tomorrow there will be something for adults you like... I think it would be great if I can post it!Don't expect too much! (wiping away tears

感谢在2021-08-26?23:27:09~2021-08-27?23:41:41期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 1 love instrument, white peach candy;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: Yanyun? 20 bottles; Fusheng, Yuan Heying? 5 bottles; Qingjin, so hungry? 1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!